trap rose

Wen Mian tried to save herself, but she couldn't move.

The stage was a little slippery. Wen Mian took a few steps back and stepped on the hem of his own skirt.

In an instant, Wen Mian fell backwards and actually fell to the bottom of the stage.

Wen Mian held his left hand on the floor, but the sharp object just cut his wrist.

The injury wasn't serious, but it stung extremely.

"Hurry over and check out the situation!"

Everyone in front of and behind the stage was surprised.

What's more, some people broke out directly from the backstage, fearing that something would happen to Wen Mian.

Pei Zhiyao on the second floor stood up quickly.

He tried to make a sound, but his throat was tight and nothing came out.

Looking back in the blink of an eye, I saw two figures passing by in the control room on one side of the stage.

He only saw their backs and clothes, but not their faces.

There was no time to take care of so much, Pei Zhiyao's attention was all on Wen Mian.

He wanted to go down and care, but there were already many people around Wen Mian.

"How are you? Wen Mian, are you okay?"

"What's wrong with my hand? It's broken and bleeding!"

"Hurry up and call someone over. Bandage him urgently. You call Che and send Wen Mian to the hospital now."

The rehearsal place is relatively remote, so it is not easy to get a car to send people off.

Wen Mian's head was dizzy and he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, Cheng Amy held Wen Mian's hand tightly.

Although she knew that it was very unkind for her to think this way, for her, what was important was her own interests.

My hand is injured, what about the performance tomorrow?

Wen Mian's first thought was related to performance.

A performance that I have prepared for so long must not be affected by an accident.

"Amy..."

Almost all the onlookers around him have been cleared away.

But Wen Mian still felt uneasy.

She grabbed Amy's wrist, and her burning and urgent eyes fell on Cheng Amy.

Under the gaze of everyone, Wen Mian said weakly:

"What about tomorrow's performance? I think the extent of the injury is such that it won't be able to recover for a while."

This is your own body after all. Wen Mian knows exactly when he can recover and whether he can be the same as before after being injured.

The moment his wrist was scratched, Wen Mian already knew that the wound could not be recovered.

If it is not dealt with quickly, it may affect the progress of subsequent performances and piano practice.

"Don't worry about it for now."

But Cheng Amy let go of Wen Mian's hand and waved urgently towards the door, wanting only to send Wen Mian to the hospital immediately.

"If you have any questions, let's wait until you finish handling it. I will communicate with you at the show, so you don't have to worry about it."

Wen Mian refused to give up, and his mind was filled with images of her playing on stage.

"But……"

"No, your safety is more important."

In a flurry of chatter, Wen Mian's thoughts were quickly known.

Colleagues and staff around him are also trying to persuade Wen Mian.

Several celebrities also came out, just to send Wen Mian to the hospital as soon as possible.

At that time, Liang Yu and Pei Qingqing happened to see all this in the dark.

"Qingqing...you said nothing will really happen to Wenmian, right?"

She has never been a shy person.

But because Wen Mian was favored by Pei Zhiyao's side.

She was really afraid that Wen Mian would confess herself in one sentence.

By then Pei Zhiyao would be tired of him, and Liang Yu would never have another chance.

Pei Qingqing patted her hand.

Compared with Liang Yu's nervousness, Pei Qingqing seemed particularly relaxed.

"Don't worry, it's definitely fine. We did it in the room. They were all outside and no one noticed it. When asked, they said they didn't see it and they didn't know clearly. I don't believe Wen Mian could find it."

With that said, the two just walked out of the back door.

The man leaning against the doorframe seemed to have been eavesdropping for a long time.

He glanced sideways at Pei Qingqing, then crossed his arms across his chest, staring at the two of them with sharp eyes.

The man said nothing.

Just one look scared Pei Qingqing and Liang Yu to take a breath.

The silent silence is far more terrifying than questioning.